Her arms round down the side of my body and hold my hips and look me deep in the eye. "You're so nervous" I have a small laugh, I try to speak, my thr...at so tight and dry I fumble my words badly"Y....you...your boob is still out" I cough immediately after I force the sentence out, her arms still on my hips she looks down. "Oh yes, it is, what do you think about it?" What?" I splutter, “What do you think about it? I know you've been looking over the years, now you’ve finally seen it, what do you. ? Jack?s dad pounded his fist into the wall and shook his head. ?I can?t believe what I?m hearing.? Tears filled Jack?s eyes and he slipped into a pair of tongs that looked normal enough when the wearer was standing still but lit up when walking. He put the knife aside and headed out the door to give his parents time alone to talk and to keep from cutting his own throat. Heading down to the park, he sat down in one of the children?s swings. As he began to pump he looked down at the pink polish. Could he get used to that?The question of how he would be addressed should be the least of his worries, but there had been little time to adjust to the change. When everything began to unravel it did so with indecent haste. What one day had been a conspiracy of growing significance that had yet to actually move into action suddenly became a major news story, a political scandal and a total calamity. Even now, Lord Newbury had no idea of who it was who'd been the despicable traitor. Somewhere. Soon, I was settled in to cleaning the front office. I was bent over stacking the paper by the copy machine when I heard your voice suddenly behind me."Would you mind coming in my office for a moment?" you forced out in your best gruff manner. And turning quickly you went back into your office and sat at the desk.Straightening my skirt and making sure the buttons on my shirt were undone just enough, I followed."Yes, sir?" I asked, not able to hide my smile."Would you help me get this pile of.